As the rain splatters against the
window
and the leaves rustle in the wind
a guy wakes up from his dreams
only to realize that it’s time for some zing.
Searching for the keys is the first thing he does
cause the rain is coming down with gusto
encircled by dark clouds, he punts on the slippery paths
the highway is his fiefdom, not a bitter foe.
Searching amidst the pulchritude
surroundings for a new route
like a falcon he spreads his wings letting the air gush through.
As the sun comes up on the horizon
the free bird gives way to the dutiful son
another stormy day he awaits
for some dusty roads remain, yet to
be won!